In the beginning I Was. And then I was Not, For I opened the door When death was calling. The sweet lure of a bitter taste. The mysterious lure of the faint taste of blood. The hypnotic pulse of a bright spot of light Deep within the emptiness. And then the intoxicating delirium To wield a cosmic darkness. Out of the lure – a mouth full of blood. In the face of the light – teeth. Out of the wielding – being wielded and invaded. Teeth in my throat, Poison-clouded thoughts, Gasping for death. In the chasm, I am the Beast, and the Beast is within me.